"Where the fuck is it?" Laura muttered as she frantically pulled items of clothing and toiletries from the holdall, throwing them carelessly behind her. Conscious that she didn't have much time, Laura's movements became more frantic. Just as she was about to give up, her hand connected with what she was looking for. Grabbing it, she took off running towards the beach, the sudden change from dry leaves and twigs, to soft shifting sand, caused her to stumble and fall.
"Fuck!" Laura exclaimed, scrambling to get up again. Glancing over her shoulder, she took one last glance back towards Graham.
A FEW HOURS EARLIER
"Do you trust me?" Graham asked, standing in front of a very nervous Laura. Watching her straight, white teeth chew anxiously on her lower lip, Graham cupped her face, rubbing his thumb across her now slightly swollen lip, stopping her. "We don't have to do this," he tried to reassure her, his thumb moving under her chin to tilt her head up so he could see the glazed look of uncertainty cloud her eyes.
"I...I trust you, Sir." The words came out in a rushed and shaky voice, her reply barely audible. "I need this." Her words stronger and louder than before, her chin jutted up determinedly. Her eyes locked onto his as if to challenge him.
"'I need this'.....what?" Gone was the reassurance, replaced with a hard steely question.
"I need this...Sir!" Laura forced out through her teeth.
"Good girl," Graham chuckled, ignoring the way she rolled her eyes on the last word. Pausing, he took a moment to run his eyes over her. Standing this close, he could see the light dusting of freckles on her nose that scattered across her cheeks, cheeks that were flushed a soft pink. Following the blush down her long delicate throat, where it was spread out across her collarbone and over the top of her breasts. Standing completely naked in front of Graham had Laura feeling extremely self-conscious and vulnerable. She wanted to move her arms from where they rested by her sides, to cover herself, but resisted, knowing that if she did, he wouldn't approve.
Unable to take her eyes off him as he lazily perused her body, she knew exactly how she must look to him. Her long dark hair was a tangled mess from her recent swim, her eyes wide and unable to hide her trepidation. Her breasts moved with each quick, shallow breath she took. Her toned stomach and back tensed and held her tall and straight, as if to fight off the trembling that was radiating from her bones outwards; and her arms were held tight at her side with hands fisted, her nails biting into the palms of her hands. Her slender thighs clenched tight together with her knees knocking together as her body violently shook.
Graham reached down and lifted his t-shirt that Laura had claimed as her own and had only taken off a few moments before. Taking it between his clenched fists and in one quick movement, he tore it down the middle. Grabbing one of the torn sides, he repeated the action till he had a long strip of dark green cotton in one hand, and dropping what remained of the t-shirt at his feet, he quickly kicked it away. Taking a step towards her, he watched her take a long shuddering inhale before holding it. Brushing her dark hair away from her face, he gently tangled his hand in the thick strands before sharply jerking her head back, causing Laura to gasp.
"Breathe," he commanded. "We will use the traffic light system. Green means you want to continue. Amber means you are reaching your limit but are ok for me to keep going. And red means you want to stop. Anytime I ask you what colour, you need to answer me immediately, understood?"
"Yes Sir." The words left Laura's lips in a whisper.
Moving to stand behind her, Graham used both hands to turn her head forward as she tried to follow his movements. "You are not to move until I say." His words were harsh in the silence that surrounded them.
Happy that she was going to do as he asked, Graham took the strip of t-shirt in both hands and covered her eyes, tying it tightly at the back of her head. Moving her hair away from her neck and shoulder, Graham bent forward, swiping his tongue down her neck and tasting the slight saltiness from her damp skin, his sudden touch making her jump slightly.
Running his hands down her slender arms, his hands coming to rest on her wrists, his fingers wrapped around them, making them appear small and fragile. Letting go of her right arm, he lifted her left one above her head, wrapping and tying her wrist with the strong, thin ivy-like vines that grew up and twisted around the tree trunks and overhanging branches. Pulling on it to make sure it was secure, Graham repeated the same action with her right arm.
Stepping back, Graham couldn't help but admire how Laura looked, her arms suspended above her head, a slight arch to her back as she stood on tiptoes and her arse tight and clenched in ready anticipation. The early morning sun cast a glow across her body, highlighting the perfect mixture of tense lines and soft curves.
"Aaaahh" Laura screamed, more from shock than the pain of her hair being roughly jerked back. Her head was being held back by the fistful of hair that was tangled in Graham's hand.
"Tell me again what you want?" Graham's hand tightened, pulling harder on her hair. Laura's toes grabbled for purchase on the shifting sand as her body was bent backwards, and only being supported by the ties that held her wrists.
"Aah...I, I want you to own me," Laura's voice strained. "I want you to mark me, fuck me and make me yours!" The words got stronger and more desperate.
Standing there with her eyes covered and not being able to see, Laura wasn't prepared for the hard stinging smack across her arse. Gasping, she rocked forward trying to find her balance. Before she got the chance, she felt Graham's hand connect with her other cheek, her hands wrapped around the vines as she lost her footing from the shock and the shooting pain she could feel radiating across her behind.
Again and again the biting pain came. Her teeth bit hard down onto her lower lip to stop the cries from leaving her mouth. She didn't want to give Graham the satisfaction of a reaction. Tears soaked into the blindfold and ran down her face.
"What colour?" His voice seemed to come from a distance, muffled by her haze of pain and the ache of arousal. The tight hand around her throat, lifting her slightly, had Laura kicking her legs out, trying to get away. "I asked you what colour, fucking answer me!" His tone was deceptively calm, but there was a current of anger that ran through it.
"Green," Laura said on an exhale of air, falling slightly when Graham suddenly let go of her throat. Sensing him move back behind her, Laura's breathing came in ragged gasps. Her eyes squeezed tight behind the blindfold in anticipation of him making her beg for more.
"I told you to answer me when asked," Graham growled, his hot breath grazing across her shoulder, causing her cunt to clench. He put a hand on each arse cheek, pulling them apart. Laura once again sank her teeth into her bottom lip, and her fingers bit into the vines that bound her wrists.
"I did, Sir," Laura weakly protested, her body trembling and her arms burning, both exhausted from being in this position for so long.
